It'd be nice to have a *** belly stove to sit up close to like a treasure trove in those moments when you'd be alone depending on no one else who's prone; and sit there beside it in its afterglow with nothing to think about or to know for its warmth would give you strength in cold days where you'll be at length to immerse yourself in another world that would open up before you unfurled and where you'd be safe from any menace lurking behind all the darkness or surface of those places hidden in your child's mind to wander about in with some friendly kind. ____
Written early in 2020 after thinking what would it be like to have a potbelly stove in the house?.....hmmm
Your touch burns my skin, as hot as a blazing fire Your words, pierce my heart just like a sharp dagger Your eyes, undress my soul, gently and effortlessly. You, wander through my mind, at any moment and any time.
At times, I wish to be a rock. When the wind ceases, it ceases. When the wind moves, it moves. It stops when it stops, Move when it moves. A slight push carries it countless distances. What is more free than a rock? That, I do not know.
Opening the window, I watch the bird depart With a heart. They say distant heart tend towards like places, Yet my heart drifts with no traces of paces. When the heart drifts, So does the spirits. Travelling a thousand miles, I hope it finds its replies.
